Reminds me of a few decades ago on the Thames, piloting a bow-steered GRP.
We got to a lock landing and an out-of-breath boy came up and said "Sorry my dad cast onto your boat, can I get his gear back please?"
We'd literally taken hook, float and sinker, and 200m of line 1/4 of a mile up the river! Ooops..sorry!
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